Wendy stretched out on the bench and closed his eyes. He opened them several minutes later as he heard the unmistakable whirring.
“Do you just have a sensor that goes off when I’m trying to get to sleep?” he asked, grinning at Jack.
“Maybe don’t try to sleep in overtly public places?” Jack suggested.
“Well, I’d sleep at home but my roommate snores,” he shot back. “What’s up?”
His student hesitated. “Doc, can I talk to you?”
“History has proven that you really can’t,” Wendy teased, “but what the hell? Give it a shot.”
Jack chuckled at the sheer amount of honesty but was still hesitant. His professor straightened up as he realized just how upset he looked.
“Hey,” said Wendy gently, “what’s wrong?”
“Do you ever wish that you weren’t crippled?”
Wendy gave a start. “Is that-is that what you meant to say?”
“Yeah,” Jack said, wringing his hands. “I-I know what you’re gonna say: I shouldn’t say that. We’re not allowed to say that, right? I mean, we’re supposed to be strong. We’re supposed to love ourselves. These things happen for a reason. I’ve heard it all before, over and over and over again, and I just wish that somebody, anybody, would tell me—”
He broke off as his professor put his hands on his shoulders.
“Yes,” Wendy simply said.
It was Jack’s turn to look surprised. “W-what?”
“Yes,” he repeated, “I do.”
Tears welled up in Jack’s eyes. Wendy let go of him and pointedly looked away, only for his student to slide over onto the bench.
The two sat side-by-side for several minutes, not saying anything, not needing to.
It was Wendy who finally spoke:
“But do you know what I wish even more?” Jack looked up at him, prompting him to say, “I wish that everyone else was crippled.”
His student looked surprised but ended up nodding. “Yeah, that would be amazing, wouldn’t it? Even if they were just crippled for a day. They could see what we go through on a daily basis. They could see how we feel. They could see how we go about our lives. They could see how the world wasn’t built for us.”
“Yeah,” Wendy said, resting his forehead on his cane. “That’s nice, too.”
Jack stared at him. “What other reason is there?”
Wendy straightened up and said, “I just want them to suffer.”
His student opened his mouth before closing it again. Wendy was sure that he was going to scramble into his chair and take off. As such, he was surprised when Jack rested his head against his shoulder.
It’s worth noting that I don’t agree with what Wendy said. However, it’s also worth noting that any author who has their crippled characters talk about how they don’t regret being crippled…probably isn’t crippled.
Don’t get me wrong - I’m proud of my identity and I love who I am. But everyone, everyone, has that day when they just wish it would all go away. And even though this excerpt is probably a grimmer depiction than necessary, I really think it’s important for authors to actually show that. Otherwise people end up like Jack, thinking that what they’re feeling is abnormal because nobody else has said it. So…this is me saying it.
I figured I’d kick off this blog by posting my only truly successful cosplay attempt. My name is Kody, I’m 25 as of this posting, and I have Spina Bifida. The story behind this photo is that some Welcome to Night Vale fans decided to put together a meet-up at DragonCon 2014 (shoutout to radakias). I decided to cosplay Cecil Palmer, and the voice actor of Cecil’s brother-in-law Steve Carlsberg, Hal Lublin (hallublin), was nice enough to join in the fun. I’ve brought this cosplay back for a couple cons since then and I think I’m bringing it back for this year’s DragonCon because, honestly, I just don’t have time to put anything else together before con.
Look at this handy dandy thing I got! It’s by the brand “FashionSmart”. It’s for pills, it zips up and the actual pill buckets are really deep (so you can fit actual pills in there) and it has an “extras” box which is super duper nice since most don’t. Plus it’s cute as hell and comes in a bunch of different colors
People with disabilities do not exist to provide inspiration for the rest of society.
We are not inspiration porn.
We do not exist so you can say to your friends ‘Oh look at that person, they can’t walk and they do normal things, how cute and amazing.’ or 'Well that person does it and she/he can’t ______. What’s your excuse?’
So today I got my very own wheelchair. It is an Otto Bock Ventus in matte black, with a special Jay seating pillow to keep my hips in place. It is my very first wheelchair so I will have to get used to a lot of things. I hope this will help with all the hip dislocations and episodes of bursitis I’ve had the last couple of years.